Ambush
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters but I do own all of the OC characters. I know some people don't but then where is the villainy and drama supposed to come in at? Bad guys should be bad to the core like Voldemort! Now HE was a bad guy through and through. Not some pussy-ass vampire like Aro who chickens out of what was supposed to be an EPIC battle between wolves and vampires just because…just because. I've got a lot of books in my library and only TWO that I hate. Breaking Dawn and Mockingjay…I'm looking at you. *points at eyes and points at aforementioned books*
She lies on the cold, hard and unforgiving floor – no, the floor is forgiving because it offers up both the warmth and coolness that she needs. The coolness acts as some liquid salve to the open wounds along her face, neck and body that it comes in contact to while at the same time providing a warmth, being nothing more than the heat from her own blood that has pooled on the floor, that seems to keep her holding on; not onto the waking world but to the world of the living itself. Renesmee Carlie Cullen has experienced fear but never to this magnitude. When the Volturri had shown up with their guards and 'witnesses' she had felt apprehension and anxiety but that was only because majority of the people before her were strangers as were the bulk of the wolves standing and supporting her Jacob. The idea or thought that were those out there bold enough and heartless enough to hurt her, to break her beautiful face and mock her is almost surreal.
For a moment Renesmee regrets ever running into the two vampires, telling them to go in search of Leah Clearwater because this is a pain and sense of helplessness she'd never wish on another soul – especially since now she's experienced firsthand how quickly the tide can turn.
Thought escapes her as she slips in and out of consciousness. Calling for help seems impossible as every part of her hurts – feels broken. The female vampire, Abby, was ruthless quickly going from slapping Renesmee around to punching her in the face, chest, throat and even the stomach. The two vampires had looked down on her in disgust when after the first punch to the stomach Renesmee regurgitated her breakfast of eggs, toast and blood. She was then verbally assaulted and told how disgusting she was, how beneath them she was at being only half-vampire while carrying all of the weaknesses and slovenly habits of a human before she blacked out.
The beatings did not relent as the male, Chris, threw water on her and violently shook her awake. His only consolation or form of comfort being, 'Abigail truly hates people that lie. If you were as smart as you were pretty, you'd tell her what we want to know.' Somehow, the past tense on her looks had shaken Renesmee and remembering what it was that the vampires wanted was the furthest from her mind. Her pride resided in her beauty as her whole family and even Jacob and Seth made it a point to point out to her how beautiful and perfect she was. Her beauty was to remain with her and never be tarnished, diminished or destroyed and yet it had been and was going to continue to be.
Abigail and Chris didn't care how much Renesmee cried and pleaded for them to stop. Crying, sniveling and mumbling how much she wanted to go home. It reminded Abigail of a broken record how she only repeated what 'she' wanted and never giving them the information that would mean her freedom – or death, she was undecided.
Chris had made Abby pause to find out more about the little pretty, pretty princess's ties to the Volturri. She had only heard a small snippet of information of them from Chris and it was that they ruled the vampire world like a president, czar, dictator or royalty. The long and short was to not do anything to draw their attention. The girl then began to sing like a canary telling them about her ties with the Volturri and it was apparent to the two vampires that girl was still withholding information. So the beatings commenced. It was freeing, liberating and tasted of sweet revenge to be taking out all of her anger, aggression and frustration out on Renesmee; it was as if Abby was getting revenge for all the years of torment that she and Gabby had suffered at the hands of the 'cool' and/or 'rich' kids back in school. The ridicule that they suffered because they had no mother, their father was a drunkard, meth head and had a rap sheet longer than their parents' credentials, credit, loans and 401Ks put together. Besides the bitch was playing her the same as Big Red by teasing them, toying them with something that they wanted.
Chris had long since devised a plan that would help them get their revenge and it left Abby free to torture Princess Renesmee as much as she wanted – just so long as she didn't kill her that was the main thing. During her last blackout Chris had used his 'talent', a form of osmosis, and absorbed the talent and knowledge that Renesmee possessed – that was how Chris found out the truth about the twins' situation. It's a dangerous talent when left in hands such as his and Abby's hidden talent, her sixth sense, told her that he was not only a threat physically but socially and psychologically as well. She can't help but smirk to herself as Renesmee begins to slowly regain consciousness that his talent would be an asset to her.
Chris learned that Renesmee's coven consisted of eight members more; a family of grandparents, Carlisle and Esme, and so-called uncles, Emmett and Jasper Hale, aunts, Rosalie Hale and Alice and finally her parents, Edward and Isabella. Carlisle was a doctor at the local hospital but the family has been in hiding for the last three years for the sake of their precious granddaughter who was romantically interested in one Jacob Black, son of Billy Black, chief of the Quileute tribe in La Push and the one and only, Big Red.
The other members of their family were a mixture of talents: Emmett was the strongest and his size did not leave room for doubt, Jasper was a former general for the Confederacy and a combat expert, Alice was able to see the future but her weakness was the wolves, Edward could read minds within a six mile radius and Bella could put up a shield that could protect anyone within its boundaries from mental attacks. The Volturri were interested in having Edward, Alice and Bella join their guards, a high honor according to Chris.
What the two have gained: is that the Volturri do not fear the Cullens, if anything they fear the wolves that were up until some time ago connected strongly with the Cullens. Big Red was Native American and did truly have an interest in Leah Clearwater who had supposedly gone north but whatever else happened there Renesmee did not know. It would've been beneficial if Jacob still had his bond, this imprint, with Renesmee because then they could use her to their advantage and have their revenge that much quicker. It would seem that even now the other wolves' imprints were weakening and meant that even if they could get their hands on the other females the clout that they'd have wouldn't carry that much weight. At least the women do still seem to have a leash onto their wolves that physically restrict them within their territory and that is the one sure thing that ensures their safety.
"So are you done with her?" Chris asks standing behind Abby and frowning down at Renesmee, the girl that was once a beauty and now is a swollen, bloody and bruised color mess upon the cement floor. Her eyes are swollen shut along with her face, lips and her hands. He no doubts believes that many of her bones are broken, especially in that face of hers. Once Abby found out that the little Miss could heal, she began to deal punches that would no doubt cause multiple fractures and ensured that if her dear Papa Carlisle decided to mend her that it would be most painful as it would require the re-breaking of every bone in her little body.
He did have to hand to her, she is a cold-hearted bitch.
"Yea, I suppose. So are we going after the mind-reader or the one that can see the future?" Abby asks giving Renesmee a swift kick to the gut, her lips twitching into a smile as Renesmee tries to gasp out in pain but her lips refuse to part. There's a small trail of bile, blood and saliva that seeps out through her mouth and Abby hopes that she chokes on her own vomit.
"Jasper seems to be one of the better fighters and Alice is his mate, so we might be better off dealing with Edward and his speed." Abby smiles because she was fast too and would be able to sense and dangerous attacks that Edward would try to use on her. The key would be keeping her mind clear until Chris could get in and use his ability to steal Edward's ability.
"Are you certain that you didn't leave any of her talent behind?" Abby asks fixing Chris with a hard glare.
"Certain although I do wish that we weren't so short-handed and could grab the seeress as well." Chris mumbles out as he bends down and roughly grabs Renesmee up by her waist.
"Save her for later, in the end we're doing all of this for Gabby and to get revenge on Big Red. You said so yourself, 'as long as Jacob and his pack are our main focus then we'll be alright'." Abby says with a shrug as she opens the door heading outside.
The two hop into a truck, a gift courtesy of their last meal, after depositing Renesmee into the truck's cab, covering up her body with tarp and begin to drive through Forks. The smell of vampire lingers in the air as it is apparent that the rest of the coven has gone off in search of Renesmee. Chris shakes his head at Abby signaling that the scents they are picking up do not belong to the vampires that are to be their primary targets. Driving on a bit further into the outskirts of town does Chris tap Abby's arm signaling for her to stop the truck. Pulling over to the side they both get out and exchange glances before Chris disappears within the cover of the forest. Abby doesn't bother to see where he is going as that would ruin their plan. Instead she yanks back the tarp to uncover her victim and their bait.
Hefting Renesmee out of the bed, Abby unceremoniously tosses the girl's body over her shoulder and catching a hint of two vampires' scents in the breeze does she take off. Her sixth sense has been meant to protect her, keep her and Gabby out of danger and instead, this time, she's using it to runs towards it.
Jacob and his pack runs throughout Port Angeles, Seattle, La Push, Makah and Forks trying to pick up Renesmee's scent. Her scent has become so engrained into his brain that the pack had no need to worry about sniffing something of Renesmee's; besides her scent was so unmistakable that if they picked up something similar it would mean that more vampires were in the area. From what he had gathered from Edward in passing is that Renesmee has been missing for over nine hours now, having left first thing that morning claiming to go shopping and taking one of Alice's cars. With the mention of the two vengeful vampires possibly being involved Jacob had to pull from tucked away memories of some of Renesmee's favorite places to go shopping and divided the packs up having everyone start from the outside and work their way in. If Edward was unable to hear Renesmee that meant that she was pretty far away, especially if the Cullens had done their own initial search and came up with nothing.
Fortunately, over the last few weeks all of the wolves have been slowly gaining more and more room to venture past the marked out territory lines. At first, Jacob started off by going to the south side of La Push and trying to walk past the line that the female vampire had drawn. There had been a sense of exhilaration, surprise, accomplishment and devilish mischief but it was only a few feet. It had then been Seth's suggestion that they remark the lines to throw the vampires off since they were using them to judge what they assumed was a safe distance. Jacob had looked at Seth in surprise when he said it and his only response back was, 'you've obviously forgotten who I'm related to'. There was a ghost of a smile on his face when he said it and Jacob could see the sadness that was poorly hidden in his eyes. Leah was sneaky like that and did enjoy making small little changes to the environment around her, just enough to where her victim wouldn't notice but since he knew her well enough would begin to feel wary.
Now with all of the imprints scattered around the area it meant that the members that hadn't tried to test the reaches of their leash could go further. In hindsight, despite their fear, obviously, keeping the imprints all in one location wasn't exactly the brightest of moves.
'Let's just worry about finding her for now instead of where we went wrong.' Sam speaks up drawing Jacob out of his thoughts. Sam could see that Jacob was beginning to let his mind wander down that dark path of self-consciousness, doubt and insecurities. Jacob isn't the over-confident and cocky man that he sometimes makes himself out to be as after his failed attempt at wooing Bella had seemed to knock him down a peg and before he had time to reflect upon his 'failure' or overcome the grief he was feeling over letting someone he loved die was the moment he imprinted.
The whole pack can see where Jacob has missed out on the healing process and during patrolling or when he's sitting quietly as a wolf does his mind sometimes slip beyond Leah and instead settle on Bella. His mind and emotions reverting back to the time before imprinting made him forget. The major problem with his trip down Heartbreak Alley being that he's alone in that feeling, no one else can sympathize or even empathize with the feeling of rejection, hurt and loss – that person having now left them. Sam has tried to comfort Jacob – tried being the keyword. However, Jacob quickly turned on him with snarls and fangs not wanting to hear Sam talk to him about being hurt and rejected. 'The whole reason Leah rejected you is because you rejected her first'. It stung, his words but Sam knew that he was only lashing out, trying to keep Sam at bay from seeing the underlying pain that was there. Dealing with hurt feelings isn't Sam's cup of tea or any of the other wolves; it would seem that Leah was better suited to understand pain and loss.
Edward stops as he picks up a familiar voice, it's low, dragged out and seems muffled but it's her voice, Renesmee's. He begins to turn around trying to figure out which direction the voice can be coming from as Bella stands looking at him. There's an expectant look upon her face that is laced with maternal worry and concern for their child. No matter how many times he says it or thinks about it, the surprise and pleasure behind the truth is something that still thrills him. Renesmee was their little miracle, the physical manifestation of their love and a sign that humans and vampires were not quite so different or that vastly different.
Before Bella can verbally express her frustration with Edward's lack of action or direction, his head whips back behind them, the direction from which they've already come and Paul with some of the wolves have long since passed. Turning around he runs back at top speed, with Bella trailing behind, the images of a female glaring down at him – his daughter – being the driving force behind his urgency.
Edward is grateful that Bella has managed to keep some speed from her early days of being a newborn. She's nowhere near as fast as him but at least he does not have to worry about her losing sight of him either. The trees begin to thin out the closer to the road he gets and through the break in the trees is a charcoal Ford pickup truck, an F150, parked alongside the road. Edward speeds past the truck as the sweet scent of a vampire hits his nostrils. The heavy rain has washed away most of the scent but he can still taste the blood in the air.
"Edward," Bella calls behind him. She has dropped her shield and he can hear the panic in her thoughts. She stopped long enough to look at the truck and saw the blood covered bed that had Renesmee's scent all over it. With a low snarl Edward pushes on, the world around him becoming a blur of greens, browns and greys, as he tries to catch up with the fresh scent and the woman that dared laid a hand on his daughter.
Looking out of the corner of his eye Edward catches a quick flash of blue and red – clothing. Sliding one foot out in front of him, Edward slows down his run and turns his body to face in the direction of the new blur that went by him. Pushing off he propels his body forward as his mind picks up a few stray thoughts.
Shit, there are two of them. Maybe if I can get past the slower one I can get away.
Edward feels his panic start to grow as realization hits him that the female is planning on attacking Bella. He quietly mumbles to himself an encouragement to hopefully catch up with the female before she reaches Bella. Bella has not yet learned how to become an accomplished fighter like her sisters; she is quick to anger and lacks the ability to stay focused and in control. Her fighting skills have not even improved in her hunting as she tends to favor drinking from grazers rather than the more predatory animals that hunt within the surrounding area. And Edward not knowing how old this vampire is or her background it would be much too dangerous to let Bella tangle with her. The female had proven that she could not only outsmart and outmaneuver the wolves but had somehow managed to evade the Cullens as well.
Despite the seriousness of the situation Jasper feels some sort of excitement over the prospect of hunting down a pair of rogue, nomadic vampires. Vampires that have managed to taunt the shifters and avoid detection by both Edward and Alice. The two seem as if they would worthy adversaries to fight one-on-one in hand-to-hand combat or to even discuss pre-emptive strategies. There's a tinge of sadness or regret that the moment the two vampires are found, whether by wolves or Cullens, they will be ripped apart and their ashes cast to the wind.
Looking over to his right Jasper begins to slow down realizing that Alice is no longer beside him. Skidding to a halt he looks behind him to see Alice standing perfectly still with an all too familiar far-off look upon her face. Running back Jasper stands looking at his mate waiting for her to come back from the world of possibilities and to update him on their change of plans. Alice's visions are the only spontaneous moments that are offered up in his life since Jacob deemed his life with the Cullens reprehensible.
Coming to Alice blinks away the haze that her visions bring about and looks to Jasper with a frightened look upon her face. Her brow furrows and for once Alice is unsure what the images, sounds and feelings could all mean.
"We have to find Edward – now." Alice states and feels relief in knowing that instead of questioning her about what it is she's seen that Jasper only nods his head and pulls out his cell phone.
The fact that Alice didn't head off into any one direction tells Jasper that Edward and Bella must be searching in the woods – somewhere. In a place with no distinguishable markings or possibly that Edward hasn't being much attention to where he's been searching which is understandable because the fear a parent has for their child is an emotion that always turns his stomach.
Alice stands waiting impatiently for an answer that she knows will not come as the images begin to slowly piece themselves together.
"No answer." Jasper states more to himself than for Alice's benefit.
"We have to get to the road – find a truck." Alice explains and with a nod of his head the pair heads off towards the nearest road.
Edward feels his phone vibrating in his coat pocket but ignores choosing to focus on the bronze-hair girl before him. Venom collects in his mouth as realization that Renesmee isn't moving, on her own, as the brown-haired girl runs with her thrown over her shoulder as if she was nothing more than a sack of potatoes.
Edward eyes narrow as the girl before him looks at him, never once slowing down, and seems to assess the situation. Looking forward he can hear Bella coming but no matter how fast he runs he seems unable to catch up with the girl – he wishes he had fed earlier that morning or even within the last two days.
If I throw the girl's body then the male will probably want to catch her before she winds up hitting something like a boulder or tree.
Edward quickly looks around trying to see if there is anything to go along with the girl's train of thought. No doubt she believes that the only reason they are being chased is because of the girl that both he and Bella would forget about her to save Renesmee. He is able to pick up that since the male seems faster that he's the one better to try and catch the girl leaving the incoming vampire to face alone.
Bella watches in wide-eyed horror as the girl coming towards her shifts a limp body to her arm and without a bat of an eye flings Renesmee over to the side. Her eyes immediately follow Renesmee's body sailing through the air and she begins to veer off course and panic sets in as she quickly realizes that she's not fast enough – she'll never reach her in time.
"EDWARD, CATCH HER!" Bella screams as she stops, her hands immediately going to cover her face and her mind shield coming up to protect her from the emotional breakdown that will inevitably come if any harm, more harm, befalls her only child.
"BELLA, LOOK OUT!" Edward screams in anger. He had planned on Bella trying to reach Renesmee to save her thus leaving him free to capture the vampire responsible for their daughter's state. For a moment Edward is torn between saving his daughter or his wife. Gritting his teeth he veers off and rushes to capture Renesmee hoping to get to her before it is too late. Edward winces as he hears a loud crash and can hear the girl's thought, the dumb bitch just stood there and let me clothesline her?
Years ago physical harm falling upon his sweet lamb would've sent Edward into a blind rage but Bella is no longer the helpless, clumsy girl that she once was. She didn't always need him there to protect her and today has proven that he can't be everywhere at once. There are no other thoughts, a silence, as Edward can only assume that the girl has continued running and he focuses on catching Renesmee.
Opening his arms Edward leaps up into the air, his attention focused on the proper way to soften her fall and having her back safe with him. However, the relief never comes as instead of her small, warm body coming in contact with his is there a powerful, rib crunching slam of a body that is slightly colder than his.
Edward's eyes widen in surprise as the realization hits him that he's been ambushed. Before he has a second to recover from the shock his vision go black. He can taste the dew, moss and wetness in the earth; his mouth is full of it and probably his nostrils as well. Try as he might Edward is unable to get his face out of the moist earth but then comes a searing pain. His cries are muffled into the ground as it feels as if his body is being ripped apart and for once Edward wishes that he wasn't the only one able to read minds, that someone else shared his ability so that then someone could see and hear what was going on to him – to save him, his wife and his daughter. He hears a chuckle and as he lifts his head up he sees a boot coming towards his face and then – DARKNESS.
A/N: W00T! I got 'er done. I won't lie but I've had this chapter done since Saturday at 1pm and have sat on it just waiting to get a few more reviews. I know this chapter is really fast-paced and jumps around all over but I think it works. =3 Oh, aren't Chris and Abby just the meanest of the mean? I mean THIS is how vampires are supposed to handle their business. Be cold, heartless, ruthless, meticulous and deceptively evil.